Scribbles of a Mummy and her Offspring

I am a new mummy to my five month old little girl, just quit my stressful job to concentrate on being a mummy for a while. I'm married to a lovely husband (who thinks I don't do anything all day!) and also have a naughty puppy, both of whom keep me busier than the baby does.
I'm enjoying being able to spend lots of time outside and concentrate on the simple happy things. Its very important to take every opportunity to splash in puddles and kick dry leaves.

Thursday, 21 October 2010

So I know I've not been around for a while but don't worry I haven't been acquainting myself with Jeremy Kyle but have instead been busy setting up a new business.

It's largely what I was doing as an employment solicitor but I have awarded myself the new job title of Employment Law Consultant and Workplace Mediator (yes, my business cards are going to be longer than normal!)

But does all this work with a new baby? I suppose I will find out in due course and in the meantime my legs will have to go unshaven because I just don't have the time!

I always had strange feelings towards the super career mummy's that I would see in my pre-pregnancy and oblivious state, I think due to being in total awe that they could look after a small person that can't even wipe their own bottom, never mind also having a fabulous job, time to go round tescos and satisfy her husbands "needs"!! Now that I am trying to achieve this I wonder what their tactics are because, I have to say, I'm finding it really rather hard.

And as for working from home? How does that work? Seriously? I try to present a professional image when on the phone praying all the time that the Bibbiddi Bobbiddi Baby doesn't pick now to have her first full scale tantrum, I refer to "my diary" and what I mean is the calendar on the kitchen wall and my secretary? Well that is of course the Bibbiddi Bobbiddi Baby herself but lets face it she's really not pulling her weight.

Thursday, 26 August 2010

I've been thinking what to show you for days and this is what I've picked...

It's not fantastic quality or particularly brilliant in any sort of way actually. But it does make me proud. It was taken about 10 minutes after I found out I was going to be a Mummy and hubby was going to be a Daddy. It was a Tuesday.

This was the point of no return, nothing would be the same again and I'm so pleased that I thought to take a quick snap because it helps remind me of the whirlwind of emotions me and hubby were feeling. And I will show this to the Biddidi Bobbidi Baby when she is older and tell her that this was the first time we knew she was there and that we loved her straightaway.

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Having just sorted out my photo albums in order to avoid doing the housework this one was easy for me.

This pic always makes me smile. It is from my first holiday as a little girl when I am actually able to remember parts of it. Seemingly invisible dogs are the exception to the "No Dogs on the Beach" rule, as demonstrated by my mummy...

And I just love this pic of me and my Mum, its a "makes me feel happy" picture.

Sunday, 8 August 2010

Before I start this post(rant)let me make it clear (for fear of divorce) that I have a lovely husband who is very helpful (when he wants something).

Disclaimer aside I have found myself wondering if the knight in shining armour does still exist? It really hit me when I was walking the dog yesterday with Baby T. The three wheeler buggy is fab but even that can't climb itself up stairs.

The route in particular involved two sets of, say, six steps. A pain in the bum, mildly, but we then end up on a lovely country walk. My lovely country walk was however spoilt not by the lack of anyone to help me (I do the walk most days and have always managed admirably and without a second thought) but by the fact that there were two "gentlemen" mere feet away on both occasions and no one offered to help. Whats that all about? I have to admit that it put me in a mild grump for at least 30 minutes.

Even when I was pregnant I would help someone with a buggy and yet a number of men in my locality with t-shirts so tight the intention can only be to show of their muscles are not actually inclined to utilise those muscles. Weird.

I was sure that it was still the done thing to teach our children manners, or has the rule book changed and no one thought to tell me?

Please tell me that there are still some kind people out there and restore my faith in humanity....

Friday, 30 July 2010

Grandpas are great aren't they. I loved mine and I know my Dad will be adored by Baby T. So, Grandpa has introduced Baby T to nature, fitting in nicely with this weeks theme for The Gallery at Sticky Fingers.

Friday, 23 July 2010

Well, time is ticking by, I'm seven months old now and I think I look after myself pretty well. I can just about order takeout on mummy's iPhone and I've got the hang of the tv remote, at least when daddy isn't around. Lets face it, I'm a little smug about being pretty much the best Baby I know.

I can feed myself with my chubby little hands, but I pretend I can only feed myself biscuits. Result! Don't tell mummy.

I can also brush my two teeth, it's important to look after yourself. So there I was happily brushing these little toothipegs when mummy decided I had finished and came to take MY toothbrush off me. Oh no, I don't think so. And then I discovered it.... the all powerful tantrum. Only 5 seconds of my best and biggest crying and I had not only my toothbrush back but also cuddles and kisses from mummy.

I am beginning to see endless opportunities to use this new found skill, watch this space......